Memories from a turned page,
twirls around then disrupts change.
Holds tightly to what has been,
hesitates, does not begin.
Memories from a turned page,
keeps minds in a golden cage.
Dances to a yesterday,
blurs visions for better ways.
Memories from a turned page,
transports to a younger age.
Sing sad songs made of regrets,
echoes sorrowful duets.
Memories from a turned page,
can no longer rearrange.
Releases all captured dust,
so clear visions can adjust.
Memories from a turned page,
have no place center of stage.
Hopeful hands build tomorrow,
form clear paths light hearts follow.
Memories from a turned page,
should be burned, smudged with white sage.
Disappear along with time,
to fall off with every climb.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on October 25, 2021